Ervin Lázár is the creator of a genre we may safely call
Central European folk surrealism, which takes on the quality of a
hallucinatory exploration into that part of the soul where beauty, hope,
and yearning live in close proximity with the harsh realities of life.
Just on its title alone many Hungarian readers in 1976 (and since) must have been puzzled by László Fábián's first short novel, an astonishingly rich growing-of-age tale, told in a persuasively poetic manner.
"I am not a pessimistic guy. If I was pessimistic, I would never even have started to make films. I hope that these films will be watched in twenty, thirty or forty years, and I think this is as optimistic as you can get in today’s world."
The lucky few experience an annunciation. The bellies of the rest remain silent. The doctor himself doesn’t know what is happening at such times. Not really. His hands are merely holding the Lord’s hand.
Ágens, the singer is no follower of any musical trend. Her singing and the style of her works have been compared to that of shamans and to the atmosphere of religious initiation rituals, as well as to jazz, György Kurtág and Meredith Monk. Nevertheless, we had far better avoid compulsive categorising and just listen to her music.